Chapter 10 If the World Had A Front Porch I don't own Fma or this song by Tracey Lawrence
"Mustang, I want to know: what was your relationship with Riza?" Scar asked when he finally calmed down enough to make coherent sentences.
"Well, I learned alchemy under her father, and I met her when she was about 15 (A/N I don't know how old they were when the met). We were good friends, then I joined the military as a State Alchemist. She and her father went to Ishval, and that's where I guess she met you, but I met up with her again when she joined the military, and she became a sharpshooter during the war under me, after we returned to Headquarters in Central, we fell for each other, and we fell hard, we started something we couldn't stop. It was then that she promised me she would help me become Fuhrer so we could marry." Roy stopped and tried to regain his composure but he didn't have the chance, there was a knock on the door.
"Colonel, we need you to come down to Headquarters and report everything that happened tonight." The blond lieutenant said as Roy opened the door, he too had been crying, his face was red and wet. Havoc had known Riza since the beginning of Ishval, they were like siblings. He too was taking it hard.
"Alright Havoc. I'll be right there." Roy said as he shut the door and told Scar to leave, he would tell his men that it was alright for him to be at the funeral.
"Oh one last thing Mustang, is there anyway that on her-" They both knew what he was talking about, neither of them wanted to say anything that meant she was gone forever,
"Go on."
"Could you use her, married name, not her maiden name. Or at least use both." Scar said as he walked out the door. Roy followed suit and walked out the door headed in the opposite direction. Towards headquarters, then he heard a car pass by. The radio was rather loud he noticed that song, it was one Roy had caught Riza singing along to one morning while she was washing dishes before work.
It was where my Mama sat on that old swing with her crochet
It was where Granddaddy taught me how to cuss and how to pray
It was where we made our own ice cream those sultry summer nights
Where the bulldog had her puppies,and us brothers had our fights
There were many nights I'd sit right there and look out at the stars
To the sound of a distant whippoorwill or the hum of a passing car
It was where I first got up the nerve to steal me my first kiss
And it was where I learned to play guitar and pray I had the gift
If the world had a front porch like we did back then
We'd still have our problems but we'd all be friends
Treating your neighbor like he's your next of kin
Wouldn't be gone like the wind
If the world had a front porch, like we did back then
Purple hulls and pintos, I've shelled more than my share
As lightening bugs and crickets danced in the evening air
And like a beacon that old yellow bulb, it always led me home
Somehow Mama always knew just when to leave it on
Treating your neighbor like he's your next of kin
Wouldn't be gone with the wind
If the world had a front porch, like we did back then
When he arrived at headquarters he was completely absorbed in thought and his almost forgotten memories, by that time he had begun to cry. He stopped before he went in and dried his eyes. He looked around on the steps. He saw the place that Black Hayate sat when he was first found. He lived with Riza, what would happen to Black Hayate? He didn't know and he didn't want to think of it, but he just looked around and all the memories ran through his mind. He looked around he saw the window into his office where Riza yelled and threatened him with her gun as he always procrastinated from doing his paper work. Bloch began to walk out of the main door, he needed to get away from the sadness. He saw Roy sitting on the steps his head held up by his hands. He walked up to him.
"Crying isn't going to bring the lieutenant back you know." But he received no response, just more tears. Bloch didn't know what to do so he just kept walking back to the barracks. Roy got up once again wiped his tears on his shirt and walked inside.
"I'm here to see the Fuhrer, its about Lieutenant Hawkeye." Roy explained his reason for being there to a woman who looked like she had seen a ghost.
"Of course, he's in his office, go ahead." she said almost flinching when he had said Riza's name. He wondered why. He walked into the Fuhrer's office and explained everything that had happened. After that they began to discuss her funeral and Scars request. The Fuhrer agreed with out question. The funeral date was then set for 3 days after the memorial service, which would be held tomorrow. Roy saluted and walked out. From there he walked out of the headquarters, and towards a long night.
A/N Time!
I have one chapter left which will be her funeral. I want a Vote about which song I should use for the last chapter, which will be her funeral. The choices are "Monday Morning Church" By Alan Jackson; "Maryann's Song" By Trick Pony; So Vote! And thank you once again, to ThatLittleBlondeAngel for the Beta.
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